Shy Boyz - Master of Christmas Lyrics

Stillness of the barren wastes
Silence of a frozen lake
Feathered beaks have migrated
Fuzzy cheeks hibernating
'Tis our favorite time of year
When the sphere shows its rear
To the flaming orb its round rotating
Winter brings this invocation

Sing a song for the Master of Christmas
Sing a song tonight
Bring your gifts to the Temple of Christmas
Fill him with delight
Carve out your eyes and slit your gizzard
Pilgrims travel light
Cross the bridge and the gates of Christmas
Will be open wide

Leave a bowl of milk & some biscuits
Hope you end up on the good list
Otherwise, slit your wrists bitch
What is coal but an old piece of shit
So eat my excrement
He's coming home swinging low
In his chariot, six-winged seraphim karaoke
Holy! Holy! Holy!
I'm like, F*ck you! Blow me
Shit so blasphemous
Somebody gonna stone me
Never alone while the Masters on the throne
Turn your seeds into stone
If you ain't got a tree in your home

Sing a song to the Master of Christmas
Sing a song to Him
Here he comes, the bells are jingling
Will you let him in
Weigh your soul on the scale of Christmas
To be born again
The dogs of Christmas lie in waiting
To rip you limb from limb

Another silent night
Turns into Christmas Day
A symphony of sleigh bells
Rapidly decay
Master's mighty reindeer
Are resting at the Pole
Santa will return
To come in your chimney hole

Master of Christmas in your head
Master of Christmas then you're dead
Master of Christmas burning eyes
Knows all, sees all, doesn't cry
Master! Master! Christmas